It was sweet agony, my arms were afire, my legs waved uselessly and only my member held us together.“This is how William died,” I informed her, �...In ecstasy with a whore when your parts should have welcomed him in his own bed.”“You don’t understand,” she protested.“I understand very well,” I agreed and with that I shot my load deep inside her.“Think on” I counselled as I finished pumping my cream and relieved the weight on my arms by peeling away from her and twisting nimbly to the floor. I. Sonal was lying down on the bathtub. I sat on the side, offered her the glass of wine, and she took a sip.Me: The water looks inviting. Can I join?Sonal: Sure, come over.I finished my glass and slid inside the warm waters of the bathtub. It was a bit squishy. So Sonal got on top, resting her back on me. I was hugging Sonal while she was rubbing my thighs. We were both feeling relaxed and lay in the position for a good half an hour.“Jaan, can you rub my back a bit with some soap?” asked Sonal. I. .. You need to resolve this, somehow." She wouldn't talk to me. I even tried calling from a payphone so she wouldn't see my number, but she hung up as soon as she heard my voice. I wrote a letter ... I told you that ... but never got an answer." She's been hurt, Charlie. I could speculate how, and I bet I know, at least in outline. How long is it since you called her?" Months," I said. "About ... seven, no ... eight months since the last time." Try again, Charlie."She let me off the hook after. ”‘Once again you foolish child you know nothing.’“Then tell me!” she yelled at the mirror.There was more soft mocking laughter followed by, ‘You’ll figure it out. The question is, will it be in time?’ and the shimmer faded. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her stomach clenched with hunger and she knew she needed to get dressed.She had applied a little make-up and thrown her hair up in a bun on top of her head. She already knew what she was going to wear. It was a, not too fancy,.